The Hate That Ends Marriage

Commemorative

After seeing Radit disappear from his sight, Widya immediately leaned against the wall, her legs felt so limp that to maintain her standing position alone was in desperate need of power. Slumping down to the floor, Widya sat pensively in her living room. His brain could not think clearly after what Radit had done to him earlier.

Staring blankly at the pile of her groceries at the table, Widya could think of nothing but the sentence Radit had delivered to her just now. The seductive words continued to ring in his head, not to mention his own words, which he uttered without realizing it, just slid out of his mouth.

Touching his heart, he could still feel his heart pounding so fiercely on his chest, as if he had just done some strenuous exercise that it was pumping his heart so fast. Forcing himself to stand up, he approached his groceries. Now is not the time to look up in his living room like a fool. All he has to do now is run into his room before Radit finishes his bath. With that thought, he rushed into his room and locked the door, as if his life depended on the protection of his room.

Shaking her head strongly, Widya made herself aware of her ridiculous fear. If he stays nervous like this, it will only make him a laughingstock later. Calming himself for a moment, he immediately kicked away the shadow of the incident in the living room earlier from inside his head and turned back the key of his room.

Don't be afraid, he won't eat you, stop thinking silly.

Focusing his attention fully on the condition of his room that was so messy, Widya began her task of tidying up his room as usual. He did not know how long he had been cleaning his room, but he felt his strength was drained and the condition of his room was not yet fully tidy. Throwing one of his clothes on the floor, he was so frustrated to see some of his stuff strewn across the floor. He was very sorry to have done this horrible thing to his room.

When he left earlier, he did not think at all about the results of his actions this would make him very tired like now. Sighing in frustration, he crouched down to pick up the shirt he had thrown earlier. However, at that moment he was shocked to hear a heavy sound from behind him. Sitting limply on the floor of his room, he screeches to see Radit standing in the doorway of his room.

"Why are you so surprised?" radit asked in surprise, his eyes looking around Widya's room. "Gosh, how much longer are you going to finish cleaning this room of yours? You'd better take a shower first, let me finish the rest."

"You're making me shocked half to death!" exclaim Widya irritated. "Can't you knock on the door before you get in?"

That seductive smile came back on his lips. "Oh, after what happened with us earlier, of course now there is no point in us being too distance-keeping. Getting into my wife's room without knocking on the door is not a crime."

"That's not a crime, but what if when you enter my room, I'm in a state of change."

"That's even better" he replied cheerfully.

Stunned at the answer, Widya ran out of words to respond. It was very unexpected that Radit would be so forthright to him like that. Does he really like me? If so, what did he expect of me? Replying to like her or expecting me to do my duty as a wife? That last thought made Widya's face warm.

"Whatever you think, I don't have any intentions like those perverted thoughts in your brain" Radit interrupted Widya's wild thoughts.

With a quick sigh, Widya could not control her increasingly heated face. Can he read my mind? Is everything I think clearly on my face? Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. Standing up, Widya put a flat look on her face, she did not want Radit to feel happy to have humiliated her.

"Who thinks of the perverted. If anyone thinks of a pervert, it's you, not me." Picking up the clothes she had prepared on the bed, Widya walked past Radit. "I'm very helped by your help, my husband. Excuse me."

Walking quickly towards the bathroom, Widya could still hear Radit's booming laughter mocking her. Of course, the husband annoyed her that was not fooled by Widya's acting who was pretentious in front of her. How annoying!

***

As a result of not being able to fall asleep so soundly until morning, Widya finally decided to watch television in the family room. He gave up on forcing himself to fall asleep. Perhaps because so many thoughts filled his head, he was unable to fall asleep. Of course all those thoughts were filled with Radit's shadow teasing him all night. Remembering the incident again made Widya unable to focus on watching.

There were footsteps behind her, and her well-dressed husband stood before her.

"Why do you look so dreamy, is there anything you think?"

"Times?" tanyanya could not believe it. "After I look carefully, I think you're thinking of me."

"I don't know you very well" Widya said. "It's gone, you're stopping me from watching."

Ignoring his request, Radit instead walked over to him. Her body looked down at Widya's face so close.

"What are you doing?" Widya pulls away from Radit.

"Ssttt, don't move," he ordered softly.

Both of his eyes focused on Widya's forehead, then suddenly Radit hit his forehead rather strongly to make his head pushed back.

"Why did you hit my forehead? Sick to know," Widya hissed, her eyes gleaming furiously at Radit.

"I just want to hit the mosquito that sticks to your forehead, unfortunately I did not manage to catch it. The mosquito is too nimble." Removing a bit of Widya's hair from her forehead, Radit chuckled at her forehead which was flushed by her punch. "I didn't expect my punch to make your forehead this red, I'm sorry."

Then he kissed Widya's forehead gently all of a sudden. Flinched backwards, Widya closed her forehead which had been suddenly let out with her palm.

"You are a fraud!" hardik Widya's. "You're just looking for an excuse to kiss me on the forehead, you petty-ass."

Shrugging his shoulders, Radit put on an innocent look. "Whoever is too careless. Well, next where else do I kiss, my wife?"

Closing her mouth in a thin line, Widya refused to answer the question. He will not act foolishly again like yesterday, if he answers the question, just as he awaits Radit's next kiss.

Laughing amusedly with his silent action, Radit smiled brightly at him. "Seeing for my next kiss."

Before turning around, she blinked her eyes at Widya. Then he walked over while waving his hands at her.

"No way!" sahut Widya's.

"Prepare, my wife, tonight I might attack you."

Hearing Widya's shock, she immediately laughed out loud as she closed the door of the house.

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Walking leisurely while observing her surroundings, Widya lowered her mask onto her chin to breathe in some fresh air. Living in the village is not entirely bad, at least in the village he can breathe clean air, much different when he lives in the city, the air is much polluted. Staring at the shady sky, he was grateful that this afternoon was not too hot as usual.

Today after spending a little time at the book house, he promised to meet Mila at a crossroads. His friend had sent him a message to take him to his parents' orchard. That is why now he walks alone so happily waiting for the arrival of his friend to meet him.